The film’s sheer fun and invention counterbalance its main characters’ abject failure in their search for meaning and success.
About a drug that sends its users back in time for seven minutes, the film holds your hand and walks you through its chronology mazes.
Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead veer away from the deeper, even meta-cinematic, implications of their plot.
Spring bridges the cautionary elements of a horror film with the wish-fulfilling platitudes of a touristy romance.
One need go no further than the first segment to grasp how little interest the anthology series has in generating chills from the lo-fi.